Post by Avaritia on Dec 18, 2006 21:49:27 GMT -5
In a time of fantasy, there once lived a wizard, a brilliant wizard by the name of Lantioel. In a medieval world he roamed, going here and there when summoned by various kingdoms, for various reasons. For Lantioel practiced many magicks; black and white, and everything in between. Some kingdoms called for him to defeat horrendous beasts that plagued their cities, others for cures for pandemics – the list was long, and even he could scarcely remember everything he had ever been sent for.
However, one day in particular, the wizard was called for by a distressed kingdom: their princess was grievously ill, mysteriously along with quite a few other maidens in the kingdom. It was a fairly simple task, he simply had to get there before the kingdom deemed it too late.
It was a long trek, but he made it with time to spare. He healed the princess and the other ailing women, and after the elderly king threw him a feast, he was on his way once more, as he preferred to sleep away from the massive civilizations. As the stars began to burn in the sky, he stopped by a river, both for water and rest. Lantioel, tired from his journey, slept heavily, but was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of a struggle. He could hear massive wings beating and loud roars in the still night air, and the cries and heavy breaths of a man. He was quick to locate the sources, to find a battered and evidently exhausted knight fighting a young dragon. The dragon was still high in vitality, but the knight wouldn't last much longer. Not wanting the brave man to succumb to this battle, he cast a spell to harmlessly send the dragon off.
The knight seemed none too grateful.
“I...I almost had it!” panted the knight, in almost a hiss.
“I apologize, then. It didn't seem that way at first glance...” calmly answered Lantioel, giving a short bow. He turned to leave, but the knight stopped him.
“No...”
“Hm?” he replied, pausing to look back. The knight, staggering, drew a sword. Lantioel arched his brow curiously. What does he intend to do?
He scarcely had time to react as the knight yelled, and rushed at him. He spun around to try and put up a defensive barrier, but the mad man slammed right through it as it began to solidify. The man drove his sword into the wizard's abdomen, thrusting it up to where it came up through his upper back. “Tell me what you see at first glance now, wizard!” laughed the knight.
Lantioel choked, falling to his knees as the knight walked off. He could barely manage a scream of pain, but still he tried to safely remove the sword and heal the wound with his magicks. “Vig...” he attempted to say, “Vigoratus...” The wizard coughed, blood falling with his spit. “Meus... Vul...vuln...”
He could never form the last word. The world had gone black, and it had shut him out.
To his dismay, the angels guarding the Gates of Heaven turned him away, as he had done too much wrong in their eyes to be accepted among their ranks – black magick wasn't exactly wonderful on your record to get in. But Hell refused him, as well, as he'd never done anything malicious enough to be among them, either. In emptiness, he stood, his mind racing. Where was he to go now? There was...no where else, and there was no chance he was going to become a spectator to Earth. But what would he do...
He looked around; all he saw was blackness, an eternal and inky blackness. This was a nothingness like he'd never seen before... Wait, nothingness! He'd heard frightening tales of worlds caught in an oblivia between Heaven and Hell before. These worlds were long destroyed, as they were dangerous to all of this world of Light he had existed in, but with the remnants of his magick, he could recreate it, in his own way. No horrendous beasties, nothing dangerous if he could help it. So, Lantioel summoned every last bit of magick he could muster, any kind, and poured it into creating a massive world of nothing. Perhaps...someone would find it, eventually, and...and they would sculpt it into something glorious. But he was drained.
And so he slept.
For seemingly an eternity, he slept, alone in the cold and dark, attempting to regain his energies, when finally, he opened his eyes again. He could hear a distant sobbing, somewhere just out of the darkness – even though it was the only thing he'd known for so long. Using some of the energy he'd regained, he located the source; surely it was magickal in its own way. A portal opened in the darkness, another leading into it from the Light. He drew back slightly, struggling to adjust to the brightness he'd nearly forgotten. And then, the light was eased by what seemed to be the frail, trembling figure of a girl.
“...Hello?” he could her call. He sat in silence, almost afraid to answer. “...Where am I?” she called again, this time more quietly.
“...In Oblivion,” he finally answered, finding his voice to be little more than a rasp, from so long of disuse.
“Oblivion?”
“...Yes. I sought sanctuary here long ago, when the light rejected me and the darkness shunned me. This...this is the world in between. And I heard your calls, your anguished calls for sanctuary. You and I...we face the same predicament. Tell me...what is your name?”
“Elanice Walder...” she replied shyly. “Who are you?”
“I...I am Lantio,” he answered with shame, dropping the former -el suffix from his name as it was attached to the names of powerful wizards in his time. Now he was but a shell of what he once was, he could tell.
"A pleasure to meet you, Lantio...”
“No, it's truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance, m'lady.” He could make out the faint, flattered smile on her pale lips. “Would you mind, too terribly, if I called you...Avaritia?”
“...Avaritia? I- I suppose. It does sound nice... But why?”
“I will...explain, in time. But now, I must rest. There is much to explain to you, Lady Avaritia, but I find myself too weak to do so at the given moment. So, if you would, in the meantime...decide if you would...stay here, in my world of no limits nor bias...” He watched her dumbfounded expression and the Light slowly close behind her as his eyes closed again, easing him into another soothing blackness.
Upon his next awakening, Elanice – or, rather, Lady Avaritia – informed him that she would like to stay, very much so. The fallen wizard would come to teach her some fraction of his magicks, though he kept his black magicks hidden, as to protect her. Eventually, the two would begin doing what Lantio set out to do long ago: create a safe and beautiful world, a haven for the down-trodden, the forgotten and the hated.
Create Oblivion.
However, one day in particular, the wizard was called for by a distressed kingdom: their princess was grievously ill, mysteriously along with quite a few other maidens in the kingdom. It was a fairly simple task, he simply had to get there before the kingdom deemed it too late.
It was a long trek, but he made it with time to spare. He healed the princess and the other ailing women, and after the elderly king threw him a feast, he was on his way once more, as he preferred to sleep away from the massive civilizations. As the stars began to burn in the sky, he stopped by a river, both for water and rest. Lantioel, tired from his journey, slept heavily, but was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of a struggle. He could hear massive wings beating and loud roars in the still night air, and the cries and heavy breaths of a man. He was quick to locate the sources, to find a battered and evidently exhausted knight fighting a young dragon. The dragon was still high in vitality, but the knight wouldn't last much longer. Not wanting the brave man to succumb to this battle, he cast a spell to harmlessly send the dragon off.
The knight seemed none too grateful.
“I...I almost had it!” panted the knight, in almost a hiss.
“I apologize, then. It didn't seem that way at first glance...” calmly answered Lantioel, giving a short bow. He turned to leave, but the knight stopped him.
“No...”
“Hm?” he replied, pausing to look back. The knight, staggering, drew a sword. Lantioel arched his brow curiously. What does he intend to do?
He scarcely had time to react as the knight yelled, and rushed at him. He spun around to try and put up a defensive barrier, but the mad man slammed right through it as it began to solidify. The man drove his sword into the wizard's abdomen, thrusting it up to where it came up through his upper back. “Tell me what you see at first glance now, wizard!” laughed the knight.
Lantioel choked, falling to his knees as the knight walked off. He could barely manage a scream of pain, but still he tried to safely remove the sword and heal the wound with his magicks. “Vig...” he attempted to say, “Vigoratus...” The wizard coughed, blood falling with his spit. “Meus... Vul...vuln...”
He could never form the last word. The world had gone black, and it had shut him out.
To his dismay, the angels guarding the Gates of Heaven turned him away, as he had done too much wrong in their eyes to be accepted among their ranks – black magick wasn't exactly wonderful on your record to get in. But Hell refused him, as well, as he'd never done anything malicious enough to be among them, either. In emptiness, he stood, his mind racing. Where was he to go now? There was...no where else, and there was no chance he was going to become a spectator to Earth. But what would he do...
He looked around; all he saw was blackness, an eternal and inky blackness. This was a nothingness like he'd never seen before... Wait, nothingness! He'd heard frightening tales of worlds caught in an oblivia between Heaven and Hell before. These worlds were long destroyed, as they were dangerous to all of this world of Light he had existed in, but with the remnants of his magick, he could recreate it, in his own way. No horrendous beasties, nothing dangerous if he could help it. So, Lantioel summoned every last bit of magick he could muster, any kind, and poured it into creating a massive world of nothing. Perhaps...someone would find it, eventually, and...and they would sculpt it into something glorious. But he was drained.
And so he slept.
For seemingly an eternity, he slept, alone in the cold and dark, attempting to regain his energies, when finally, he opened his eyes again. He could hear a distant sobbing, somewhere just out of the darkness – even though it was the only thing he'd known for so long. Using some of the energy he'd regained, he located the source; surely it was magickal in its own way. A portal opened in the darkness, another leading into it from the Light. He drew back slightly, struggling to adjust to the brightness he'd nearly forgotten. And then, the light was eased by what seemed to be the frail, trembling figure of a girl.
“...Hello?” he could her call. He sat in silence, almost afraid to answer. “...Where am I?” she called again, this time more quietly.
“...In Oblivion,” he finally answered, finding his voice to be little more than a rasp, from so long of disuse.
“Oblivion?”
“...Yes. I sought sanctuary here long ago, when the light rejected me and the darkness shunned me. This...this is the world in between. And I heard your calls, your anguished calls for sanctuary. You and I...we face the same predicament. Tell me...what is your name?”
“Elanice Walder...” she replied shyly. “Who are you?”
“I...I am Lantio,” he answered with shame, dropping the former -el suffix from his name as it was attached to the names of powerful wizards in his time. Now he was but a shell of what he once was, he could tell.
"A pleasure to meet you, Lantio...”
“No, it's truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance, m'lady.” He could make out the faint, flattered smile on her pale lips. “Would you mind, too terribly, if I called you...Avaritia?”
“...Avaritia? I- I suppose. It does sound nice... But why?”
“I will...explain, in time. But now, I must rest. There is much to explain to you, Lady Avaritia, but I find myself too weak to do so at the given moment. So, if you would, in the meantime...decide if you would...stay here, in my world of no limits nor bias...” He watched her dumbfounded expression and the Light slowly close behind her as his eyes closed again, easing him into another soothing blackness.
Upon his next awakening, Elanice – or, rather, Lady Avaritia – informed him that she would like to stay, very much so. The fallen wizard would come to teach her some fraction of his magicks, though he kept his black magicks hidden, as to protect her. Eventually, the two would begin doing what Lantio set out to do long ago: create a safe and beautiful world, a haven for the down-trodden, the forgotten and the hated.
Create Oblivion.